Sugga Shay - Talk 2'em Lyrics

Don't get your face smacked we do not play that
Niggas burnt out like 8-track
Spark up a cigarette I'm on the top of the pyramid
Tip of the haystack

King of Vegas they calling me Elvis
They took a L but they couldn't accept it Sugga the god and I'm giving out blessings
Sugga Shay hanging out the window
Niggas in the building like windows

Nah niggas in the cut like band-aids
30 boy 30 gang tint windows
All a nigga do is win when the wind blows
If the wind stop on your block another win bro

And I got a showboat when I'm win those
I'm have to hit the folks when I kill folks
She a lowdown freak when she off drugs
All you gotta do is get that bitch a Flintstone
She can do this one trick with her hip bone

Head good caught a cramp in my shinbone
I ain't never been the type to get picked on
Soon as he got the plan got blimped on
Same girls that be acting like they too cool

Be the same little bitches getting pimped on aye
Used to take buses
Begging the driver for courtesies
Now that big body be burgundy

Windows be tinted you can't look up in it
You look at it you gon' need surgery
They wanna f*ck up my check cause they can't get a check and I take that shit personally
Treazure got shot in the leg he be laughing bout' it

But that shit not a joke to me
Cause I don't know what the f*ck I would've done
If them niggas was claiming they smoking it
Demons be trying to tap in my thoughts

I don't know what the f*ck got a hold of me
I'm not no killer man I got some killers bro
I just sit back and write poetry
Niggas say they gang gang but they weirdos

If you ain't 30 can't hang like earlobes
Niggas getting popped getting plugged like earholes
Sugga ain't sweet Sugga ain't no churro
Sugga like beef sugga just like Suge Knight
Sugga 5' 9 but he act like Suge height

Drip shine bright on a nigga like hood lights
Give that boy shots if he put up a good fight
Now Sugga say talk to him don't get your face smacked
We do not play that niggas burnt out like 8-track

Spark up a cigarette I'm on the top of the pyramid
Tip of the haystack yeah
King of Vegas they calling me Elvis
They took an L but they couldn't accept it

Sugga the God and I'm giving out blessings
Big shot big shot motherf*cker big shot
Hip shot make his legs fold like a pin drop
Hit him in his hip bone now that boy hip hop

Talking like he with it shoot him out his flip flop
Big dog big dog motherf*cker big dog I'm a pit bull
Big head with some big balls I'm a little nigga
With a rocket like Chris Paul

Who want smoke like menthol? I won't smoke like menthol
I feel left out like the nigga from the Migos
What's that nigga name lift off
How you niggas winning working temp jobs

Lil' mama thick like dick smog
And she can suck a kickball out a sip straw
But why she so arrogant baby so thick that the white people staring
Probably from Paris the pussy she carrying isn't American

You niggas shopping at Ross and the clearance that shit embarrassing
I pull up I hop out they run off I scare them
Sugga be strapped like a garrison
Make any move i'll bury him
Make any move i'll bury him

Don't get your face smacked stay where you stay at
If you on war just say that
Lay that boy down like a playmat
And she fag off I replace that

Now I ain't tripping I'm number one baby so it's gon' be hard to replace that
You need a order? Place that
Get out of order? Face smack
I know we some dogs but we do not chase cats

We at the chase bank making deposits
Mailbox money i don't chase bags
Got a cute bitch with a big ol' fake ass
Walk around the house acting the fake mad

Come here bitch count up that money bae
Get you on my right even if you gotta meditate bitch better motherf*cking woosah